Spring snow
A bitter reminder
of nature's fickleness
and comfort's transience
A slap to the face
back to reality
winter's not dead yet
and never quite gone
spring snow
tops off the resevoir
melts into topsoil
softens the earth
cold mother
of summer's abundance
harsh midwife
of creation's rebirth
spring snow
sharpens the senses
teaches us patience
tempers our hope
I looked up from my desk and saw this sudden snow squall come whipping through, almost obscuring the daffodils across the street.
And a minute later, the sun was back, and the snow was gone